Car poems
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A Pastoral Ballad. In Four Parts
© William Shenstone
Arbusta humilesque myrciae. ~ Virg.
Explanation.
Groves and lovely shrubs.
I Like You Lil
© George Ade
I fought I was hep to the whole string o' fairies
Not one o' the bunch could put me to the bad;
The Pleasures of Imagination: Book The Second
© Mark Akenside
Till all its orbs and all its worlds of fire
Be loosen'd from their seats; yet still serene,
The unconquer'd mind looks down upon the wreck;
And ever stronger as the storms advance,
Firm through the closing ruin holds his way,
Where nature calls him to the destin'd goal.
The Ghost in the Martini
© Anthony Evan Hecht
Over the rim of the glass
Containing a good martini with a twist
I eye her bosom and consider a pass,
Certain we’d not be missed
To The Right Honourable The Earl Of Orrery In Dublin
© Mary Barber
Let Others speak your Titles, and your Blood;
Accept from Me the glorious Name of Good.
This Honour only from fair Virtue springs,
Ennobles Slaves, adds Dignity to Kings.
Lines To A Portrait, By A Superior Person
© Francis Bret Harte
When I bought you for a song,
Years ago--Lord knows how long!--
The Night of the Shirts
© William Stanley Merwin
you look upward through
each other saying nothing has happened
and it has gone away and is sleeping
having told the same story
and we exist from within
eyes of the gods
Famous
© Naomi Shihab Nye
The loud voice is famous to silence,
which knew it would inherit the earth
before anybody said so.
How The Old Horse Won The Bet
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
What was it who was bound to do?
I did not hear and can't tell you,--
Pray listen till my story's through.
Still Life in Landscape
© Sharon Olds
It was night, it had rained, there were pieces of cars and
half-cars strewn, it was still, and bright,
Written at an Inn at Henley
© William Shenstone
To thee, fair Freedom! I retire,
From flattery, cards, and dice, and din;
Nor art thou found in mansions higher
Than the low cot, or humble inn.
The Digging Skeleton
© Charles Baudelaire
I
In the anatomical plates
displayed on the dusty quays
where many a dry book sleeps
A Terror is More Certain . . .
© Bob Kaufman
A terror is more certain than all the rare desirable popular songs I
know, than even now when all of my myths have become . . . , & walk
around in black shiny galoshes & carry dirty laundry to & fro, & read
great books & don’t know criminals intimately, & publish fat books of
How Spring Comes To Shasta Jim
© Henry Van Dyke
I never seen no "red gods"; I dunno wot's a "lure";
But if it's sumpin' takin', then Spring has got it sure;
An' it doesn't need no Kiplins, ner yet no London Jacks,
To make up guff about it, w'ile settin' in their shacks.
Nights on Planet Earth
© Louis Zukofsky
Heaven was originally precisely that: the starry sky, dating back to the earliest Egyptian texts, which include magic spells that enable the soul to be sewn in the body of the great mother, Nut, literally "night," like the seed of a plant, which is also a jewel and a star. The Greek Elysian fields derive from the same celestial topography: the Egyptian "Field of Rushes," the eastern stars at dawn where the soul goes to be purified. That there is another, mirror world, a world of light, and that this world is simply the skyand a step further, the breath of the sky, the weather, the very airis a formative belief of great antiquity that has continued to the present day with the godhead becoming brightness itself: dios/theos (Greek); deus/divine/diana (Latin); devas (Sanskrit); daha (Arabic); day (English).
Susan Brind Morrow, Wolves and Honey
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Australia To England
© John Farrell
What of the years of Englishmen?
What have they brought of growth and grace
